And once upon a time...

There was a guy who had been gifted with the valuable ability of wasting his time as easy as saying "Hob Nobs with chocolate". (that sounded "nonsensish"; however, since nobody got hurt except Shakespeare's tongue... forgive me for this time)

However, that guy decided that the time to study a little bit had again come... At least, until his next nap under the low sun of the late afternoon came.

What would happen with the ancient tradition of the "siesta" were I not so actively working on reinforcing it?